Botulism on the Hoof

Howard: Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof!Dick: Don't even look at it, Howard, you're over the deadlineJeff: The new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadlineHoward: What's that mean?Dick: I told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . .Howard: You . . . told [...], manDick: These guys ordered like ten minutes agoHoward: It's like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes?Dick: The deal is that, uh . . .Howard: . . . besides sick!Dick: If you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out thereHoward: What do you mean, "Woof down some kind of scarf out there"?Dick: Then you can stick your fingers in your noseHoward: I'm hungry, manDick: Eat a payday candy barHoward: Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How 'bout an orange juiceDick: Never happened, manJeff: Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man